Goodbye.
It's a bittersweet thing, isn't it? Taking something sad, and putting good in front of it so that it will hurt a little less. I don't think It would have helped though, when he laid dead in my arms, even if I had gotten a goodbye. I don't think it would have scrubbed off the dripping crimson on the concrete floor. I don't think it would have cleansed my bloody hands. No, goodbye can't comfort a murderer, and even if it did, I didn't get one.